i guess i've been in sort of an adventurous mood lately. maybe it's just the weather getting me out and about, but i'd rather give the credit to some sort of bravado i've developed in the past few months. either way, this weekend i made yet another trip - this time to see rotorua.
rotorua is one of the larger cities for tourism in NZ, located smack dab in the middle of the north island. it's definitely not as beautiful or as large as queenstown, but it's the north island's answer to adventure tourism, and i had made a promise to a friend to do something while i'm in NZ that i knew i could do here (we'll save that for later - have to keep you hooked somehow).
the thing i actually heard more often about rotorua than all the touristy activities it had to offer, however, was the smell. and no, not in a "fresh air" or "wonderful mountain breezes" kind of way. more like "watch out, that city smells like eggs."
maybe i caught the city on a good day, but i was pretty disappointed that there was no cartoonish green smoke twirling through the air. i only really smelled the sulfuric breeze twice while walking through the gardens, and it wasn't all that strong. nonetheless, the city seems to have earned itself a smelly kid reputation, and i had to go (always rooting for the under dog).
just a couple of bikes.
having this strange desire to make "ooga booga" the caption, but i won't.
me in like 10 years.
the museum.
the government gardens.
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